Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
Shall I, like Curtius, desperate in my zeal,
O'er head and ears plunge for the common weal?
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Shall I, like Curtius, desperate in my zeal,
O'er head and ears plunge for the common weal?
Or rob Rome's ancient geese of all their glories,
And cackling save the monarchies of Tories?
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
